Friday Fictioneers – Stem Cell Therapy

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

This doesn’t feel right. Not my hands—they’re grasping strongly. Not my legs—they’re kicking up dust. Yes, I’m youthful again. My heart is strong. But me, I’m wrong. I’m not me. Then who is thinking this? We are. Me and this stranger in my head.

The stem cells have worked, just like the doc said they did in the mice. And the fog of confusion is gone. But I’m not me anymore. These are my stem cells. This is my brain—younger, better, stronger.

But why do I want to jump on that hog and speed away?

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

23 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Stem Cell Therapy

  1. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves who we are, even without the stem cells but if your protagonist’s a writer, this could be a rich seam to mine. One hundred very imaginative words and for the lighter-of-heart I predict there may be mention of cheese at some stage!

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  2. Great – that fountain of youth has turned into a psychological horror story🙌 I have to admit I had to check for another meaning of ‘hog’ as I couldn’t quite picture you riding off on a pig 😆 – glad to discover it’s a motorbike 🏍️

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  3. “Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should”. I have a friend who is fascinated by new research about stopping or even reversing aging. She loves the idea of a whole extra life; call me a pessimist but I can only see the dark side of the idea.

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